Chapter 320 Rebirth

"Hey~ I didn't expect that you, Boss Watson, have such a habit, you are so perverted!"

"But I like it~ Hehe."

The reborn Emma seems to have been exposed to a lot of knowledge that she shouldn't have been exposed to in the city recently, so that her bad character has become more and more bizarre, and her speech has begun to be a little incoherent, but perhaps this is the nature of moth-like people, their thoughts are always particularly jumping and unpredictable.

Emma originally wanted to say a few more witty words she had recently learned to liven up the atmosphere... Hey, why are you so serious? Smile!

However, when she saw that the boy's face gradually became gloomy, and the huge round pupil on his forehead, as big as a fist, flashed a cruel and violent cold light, she immediately restrained her wild thoughts and devoted all her mind to the new life ceremony at hand.

She placed the amber cocoon pupa, which was only an empty shell, on the palm of her left hand, and clenched her five fingers together like a fist. Some crystal-clear golden slurry slowly flowed from between her fingers and dripped into the palm of her right hand, which had been waiting for a long time.

These slurries, as sticky as molten gold, may be the remaining nutrient juice in the golden fruit, but because they were once transformed into cocoons that hatched crazy insects, the slurry was mixed with debris and sweat hairs discarded by crazy insects, and was stained with some indescribable crazy moth-like magic power.

Even the condensed slurry in the girl's palm seemed to vibrate slightly, not like liquid at all, but like countless extremely tiny insects wriggling actively.

This was the first time that Emma felt Watson's power so intuitively. Just holding this small amount of slurry, the skin on her palm seemed to be out of control and peeling off. There seemed to be a horrified wail in her mind, and the skin and flesh of her right palm were screaming the poem of betrayal and escape.

This strange influence continued to spread, and soon her right arm seemed to no longer be her right arm. She could not feel any sensation at all, and it was as stiff as a dead tree, as dead as the shell of an insect.

Emma swallowed deeply, trying her best to stay calm, and gently touched the pool of crazy slurry with the soft white index finger of her left hand, and began to apply it on the tender ketone skin on the emerald bed.

The slender white index finger was like a bone-white paintbrush, and it moved back and forth on the smooth canvas as pale as ice and snow with dense and bright golden paint, drawing one curved and winding curve after another, which seemed to be mysterious and obscure runes, and twisted and curled vines.

It made people feel dizzy and dazzled at a glance, and the heart was even more uncontrollably anxious.

The shining dots of mottled golden paint outlined a wild portrait, which was a twisted and entangled, crazy and depressing, and disgusting withered golden tree.

The treetops are withered, leafless and fruitless, and the branches are strange and rugged like the arms of a desperate person. They are neither symmetrical nor beautiful, but only reveal an indescribable depression.

It is as if the painter has experienced countless sufferings and sorrows, and poured all the pain and struggles that can overwhelm any mortal into this ugly but heart-touching dark painting.

Emma is obviously very qualified as a painter. She waved her fingers that were gradually withered like dead branches while chanting pleasant sacraments... The sweet fragrance has penetrated into every inch of the pale painter's flesh and blood along with the traces of the painting. Such a sweet taste can surely make some dead things hungry again.

Nelobax pounded the instrument in his hand like a hammer and a membrane drum, and the trembling sound filled the whole room like a faint smell, lingering... Such a huge drum sound can obviously wake up many sleeping things in the world, but his target is obviously not the girl who is struggling in pain in her sleep.

The boy with a deformed face also whispered softly, like the rustling of branches and leaves and the snapping of scissors. The power contained in the words is enough to order mortals to tremble and pick up a knife to shave themselves and castrate themselves... until all useless limbs and organs that cause troubles and pain are thrown away.

The sweet taste of the cup, the awakening of the heart, and the crazy whisper of the moth.

Three mottled and colorful forces are entangled and mixed, and they are entangled with the ritual leader girl's action of rubbing and splashing the amber cocoon fragments, forming a kind of mixed and pure inexplicable power.

Such a chaotic power is like the most filthy and fertile soil, enough to breed new life.

Then, these amber fragments containing inexplicable new power slowly sank into the emerald bed below the girl who was plagued by nightmares but could never wake up.

These withered emerald wood materials, which seemed to be dead, absorbed the rich sweetness of prosperity and vitality, and immediately woke up from their eternal slumber. Countless dark green roots like fluff twisted wildly and grew out from the depths of the wood, wrapping up the bone-chilling sacrifice, just like a thin and flexible silk net tightly wrapping the prey.

However, when these countless slender tentacles like cow hair slowly pierced the pores of the sacrifice and finally tasted the extremely familiar taste of flesh and blood, the dead wooden bed began to tremble slightly, and some kind of sobbing and tears echoed in the room filled with three-color mottled effects.

The emerald wood materials that should have died seemed to be crying and choking.

Four servants with fragrant flowers on their heads walked out of the shadows silently, holding healthy adult men with black sacks on their heads in their hands - these fragile mortals have long been marinated by various influences, and their flesh and blood are filled with unusually active and excited life forces. The sound of the high-frequency beating of the heart has already been transmitted through the chest, like four human-shaped drums.

Puff, puff, puff, puff - four iced sharp blades easily pierced the flesh - this is the only way to ensure the freshness of the flesh.

One by one, fresh scarlet coconuts were thrown to the bottom of the emerald bed. The emerald wooden bed, which tried its best to restrain the desire to devour due to its remaining consciousness, immediately shot out hungry tentacles until it sucked up the snacks that temporarily relieved its hunger.

The blood and flesh nutrients that were finally absorbed were originally used to promote their own vigorous growth, but the residual consciousness engraved between the wood rings seemed to have given up this rare opportunity for rebirth, and instead transformed all the blood and flesh nutrients that had just been obtained into pure and almost harmless new power, and poured them all into the body of the cold sacrifice.

The turbid gold traces on the pale girl's skin began to shine faintly again. With the help of layers of fine touch wire mesh, these overly surging and fierce forces finally penetrated into the girl's pores and soaked into the girl's soul quietly, just like sweet and sticky honey gradually infiltrating and spreading, dripping on the extremely cold iceberg with a history of hundreds of years.

Six unfortunate souls had long been frozen inside the pale iceberg. Their misfortune was due to their origins, their blood, and the sins committed by their ancestors.

The six souls showed unusual joy when they saw the honey rain gradually dripping from the dark sky. This joy reached the peak when they saw the top of the iceberg gradually melting due to the honey rain.

However, the next moment they all looked at the girl who was shivering on the beach along the coast because of the approaching iceberg. The joy of finally finding peace in their hearts began to dissipate instantly.

If the curse melts now, doesn't it mean that the seventh person can just survive? !

Why? ! Why? ! ! !

Why do we have to endure the pain of freezing for dozens or hundreds of years, while this girl can escape such punishment? ! !

Why can she be freed, why do we have to become victims of the crimes of our ancestors? ! !

We are unwilling, we are not convinced! ! !

The six ugly souls roared indignantly. They should have struggled hard to force the iceberg to break and melt faster, but at this moment they all stood still tacitly, and even chanted curses in unison, intending to further strengthen the volume and mass of the cursed iceberg to resist the honey rain that didn't come earlier!

Anna Morgan was curled up in the thick snow, bending like a shrimp, with her knees against her chest and her arms around her knees.

This terrible nightmare has been entangled with her for seven years and two thousand nights!

At first, Anna's dream was still a warm and harmonious beach.

There were white clouds floating in the blue sky, one of which looked like the little white rabbit brought back by her father yesterday, and the other looked like the little flower picked by her father the day before yesterday.

The sand on the beach was fine and soft, golden yellow, and it would sparkle in the sun.

The sea water is also very clear and clean. It is slightly warm in the palm of your hand and salty and sweet in your mouth, just like the hot milk that my father brought before going to bed... But my father said that the taste of sea water is bitter and salty. Humph! I don’t care. Anyway, the sea water in my dream is fragrant and sweet!

But since the day of her seventh birthday, the clear sky in Anna’s dream began to be covered with a frightening gloom, the clear ocean was also stained with a terrible dark color, and even the warm and dry beach was covered with cold snow dust... The culprit of all this is the pale iceberg that gradually floated from the horizon!

So cold, so scary, why is this terrible iceberg floating towards me, woo woo woo Anna is obviously very good and obedient, why does God punish Anna like this?

Anna was almost completely submerged in the cold snow dust, only half of her head was exposed. She still didn't understand why such a bad luck would befall her...

Wow, Anna also wanted to run freely like other children, Anna also wanted to laugh happily like other children, Anna also wanted her father to be by her side all the time, without having to work so hard for Anna...

Desperate Anna hid in the snow and couldn't help crying, but the tears just appeared in her eyes and had condensed into ice, stinging her eyes, but even such pain could not wake her up from this nightmare.

Poor Anna could only tremble and reach out to wipe away the ice beads in her eyelids, but when she raised her arms, she felt unprecedented relief, as if the smelly and cold ice and snow had melted, as if there was a faint sunlight shining on her body... Why did she feel warm?

The girl struggled to open her drooping eyelids, and the ice beads in her eyes had melted into normal tears at some point, sliding down her face.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a huge hole in the dark sky - a beam of light as bright as the Archangel Jophiel's flaming sword pierced through the dark sky.

The warm and harmonious glow once again fell on this dream beach, and the gray snow dust quickly melted into a clean and pure spring, flowing into the dark ocean like thick ink, purifying all the dirty colors in the sea into the original clarity, and the sweet and sweet smell like milk once again climbed into Anna's lungs.

The huge iceberg was broken into pieces under the watering of the honey rain, and the six dark souls fell unwillingly on the sea surface, sinking directly into the coldest and darkest abyss of the seabed... Their glow seemed to be swallowed up by the abyss, and transformed into nutrients for the girl they hated.

Anna slowly stood up, embraced the beam of light coming straight at her, embraced the holy figure that came with the light, her delicate face pressed against the strong chest, and tears of joy gushed out of her pale eyes.

The girl who finally regained her life looked at the familiar face in front of her that gave her a sense of security, and cried with joy:

"Dad Watson, you finally came to pick me up."

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After tossing and turning all night, John Watson finally fell asleep at dawn, but even in his dreams, his mind was still echoing with the teachings of his good friend Watson.

"Be more confident, like a real man, not a hesitant loser!"

"Charlotte Holmes is far more realistic and rational than you think. This woman will never fall in love with a whining loser. You must show your muscles and let her know that you are not a useless loser... I am talking about muscles as an adjective, not really asking you to take off your clothes. You must show your strength and confidence, understand?!"

"You have to put yourself on the same level as her, neither despise nor look up to her, just keep a normal heart to look at her, and treat her as an ordinary passerby."

"Especially for some of her ideas, you must express firm opposition at the right time, but you must give a well-founded rebuttal explanation and better ideas... Regarding the topics that Holmes may raise tomorrow, I have already told you the correct answers and rebuttal arguments, you just need to remember them well."

"As long as you follow my method, I guarantee that Holmes will look at you with a new eye, at least he will not You are regarded as a pitiful and pathetic madman, but in her eyes, you must be reborn and confident and full of the charm of a real man. "

"But, but!"

"And the most important thing is that you must restrain your extremely obscene eyes! Suppress your eager thoughts! Don't show your pig-headed face in front of Sherlock Holmes! ! ! "

"If you want to climb to the top of the highest snow-capped mountain, you must endure the cold and hunger along the way, and you must endure the ravages of wind, frost, rain and snow!"

"You must Only by giving up the immediate and mild satisfaction can you reap more valuable and fruitful results... This is the first thing you need to learn, which is to delay satisfaction. It is also a good quality that you have never learned since childhood. "

"What?! You said you couldn't help seeing Holmes-"

"Forget it, I guess you can't accomplish such a difficult task now... Then you should stay away from Jack first, I guess that will calm you down for a while."

Recalling the warning of his good friend Watson, John Watson, who was confused, cast his eyes on the toilet in the corner.

Stay away from Jack, JACK-OFF, slang hand job also